I added that iconic image of Andy Johnson — but it looks like he was actually celebrating the scoreline: 3 – 0, rather than just the 3 goals, if you see what I mean.

It's timing was immaculate, finishing the contest; it happened in slow motion; there was a huge comedy element, with Reina's juggling act; and as Andy Johnson ran with his fingers raised towards the corner of the Park End and the Main Stand, I hurtled down the steps of the Main Stand towards him.

When I returned to my seat I was chastised by my brother Charlie for my unseemly behaviour, whereas my laughing pal, Ian, a different character, said “That was fucking brilliant”.

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*Spoiler alert: it isn't a random 50:50 to prove that the form-book indeed goes out of the window in derbies. Basically since 1970 Liverpool have won a fucking shit load more derbies than we have.

To add to the point you make, since 1970 we have drawn many games against them we should have won. We have lost many we should have drawn. And many close matches have ended up something like 3-1 to them.

Our wins have invariably been close, rarely by more than one goal, so the final minutes have been fraught with nerves, no room for celebrations before the final whistle.

Hence the absolute euphoria as Andy Johnson’s header bulged the top of the net.

Could easily have had a rerun the next year too, but Gerrard saw to that by literally telling the ref to send off Hibbo.